I had sock club this morning.
Which meant I had to drive over one of the "high" bridges over the Mississippi. Very surreal. The river was very quiet. The only traffic the crew team stroking quietly along. All half a mile or so from total chaos.
As was the total lack of air traffic. We're pretty used to planes droning over all the time, and their absence is glaring. Makes me twitchy. So did the president's heli roaring over.
Yep, all in all very surreal. Not your usual Saturday morning.
Sock club was a much needed break though...good company, good yarn...and guess what I won?
So worth toting my lone ranger of a May sock along with me. Can't wait to dig into her vast sockish knowledge.